Mutated Second Floor: The Grave of Grotesque Toads (12)
With renewed vigor, Sylus roared and swung his greatsword with reckless abandon. Each strike was heavier than the last, the force of his blows sending the first golem reeling. He ducked under a clumsy swipe from its arm and retaliated with a powerful upward slash, splitting through the already weakened chest armor.
Cyrus, meanwhile, danced around the second golem, his movements fluid and precise. He struck with calculated efficiency, each blow aimed at the weak points in its armor. His blade flashed with aetheric energy as he delivered a rapid series of slashes to the golem's leg, causing it to stumble.
But the creatures were relentless. As one golem faltered, the other moved in to cover its weakness, their coordination improving with every passing second. The trio was barely holding on, their attacks just enough to keep from being overwhelmed.